Lia was surprised when he'd seen that slight spark of blue flashing beneath his eyelids. His eyes snapped open and he'd quickly pulled away to bring up his hand and have the tips of his fingers run over his lips. Just as he'd done that, though, Shea had rested those fingertips on his shoulders. The Prince met the Genie's gaze and he quickly moved to get off of him and sit up. Of course, he stood up in all his naked glory.

"No," was his firm reply as he tried to hide his face away from the genie. His cheeks were slightly flushed not because of the passion they'd just shared for hours but because of his embarrassment for being so open. He disliked it, really. "You should hurry up and get dressed into something formal. You've seen the butler a while ago, haven't you?" The Prince wore his pants made from animal leather and tied it around his waist before slipping on his shirt. Underwear was something he didn't, well, wear or was not accustomed to wear.

"I wish for you to dress up something similar to that."

Shea froze the moment the Prince pulled away. Waiting a few seconds once the other had sat up, he slowly followed suit, an expression of obvious concern, and nervousness, flickering over his face. However, the genie hesitated to speak as he remained seated on the bed, watching his Master as the man dressed hurriedly. The other’s short, firm reply was enough to tell him not to push the subject any further and he bowed his head slightly, remaining perfectly silent.

Once the other asked him a question though, Shea swiftly nodded, recalling the expression the butler had worn as they’d passed, and the smart clothes that had immediately displayed his station within the household. As he carefully stood up, he felt a slight sting of pain at his lower back, wincing somewhat. A few seconds later though the pain had vanished as the cool blue spark ran swiftly across his skin, removing the pain. Sometimes being a genie really did have its uses.

Already though he could feel the tug of the other’s wish and his fingers snapped in automatic response to his Master’s words. Soon his lack of clothes had been replaced with a white, if misty grey shirt, near black, navy blue jacket and trousers with smart black shoes on his feet that made him wish once more he didn’t have to wear such things. “Is...Is this suitable Master?”